CHAPTER 1457 ONLY A BEAUTY LIKE YOU

After seeing the situation, Scarlette also got into the minivan.

Armand leaned over to help Genevieve fasten her seatbelt, inadvertently glancing at the entrance of the orphanage. “When you said you were working overtime, did you mean you were accompanying Scarlette to the orphanage?”

“Yes,” said Genevieve, “Charlotte borrowed some people from Sean for an interview at the orphanage. They're writing a news piece about Scarlette's volunteer work. Since she's not around, I have to accompany Scarlette.”

Genevieve noticed Armand's gaze shifting outside the car window. “Do you miss Scarlette since you didn't see her? Her minivan hasn't left yet,” she said, acting as though she was going to push the door open.

Armand gently pulled her hand back into his, saying helplessly, “I only saw a child standing at the entrance of the orphanage, waving at you. I'm not trying to look at Scarlette.”

After Genevieve heard that, she looked out the car window and saw Jill standing next to Gracie, continuously waving at her.

Thus, Genevieve also waved goodbye to her.

The car drove away from the entrance of the orphanage. Genevieve and Armand started to talk, “Perhaps it's because I'm a mother now. I feel so sorry for these children who have been abandoned since they were young. I want to contact the school and sponsor these orphans to go to school. Ms. Brown said some kind people are sponsoring them. Who would have thought there are still silent

philanthropists in today's society.” Genevieve sighed emotionally.

Upon hearing this, Armand merely smiled and remained silent.

Genevieve picked up the bottle from the center console box, unscrewed it, and took a few sips of warm water. “Mando, when you have time, could you help me check if Scarlette was in a relationship with Zander when she was abroad?”

“Hmm?” Armand turned his head to glance at her. “Why are you looking that up?”

Genevieve said, “Charlotte told me earlier that she ran into Scarlette and Zander at the golf course. She didn't think Zander would be interested in a woman like Scarlette.”

Whether Zander liked Scarlette or not, Genevieve wasn't sure.

However, both Genevieve and Charlotte agreed on one thing. They both thought that Scarlette was the kind of person with great ambition.

Scarlette relished the adoration, fame, and allure of wealth. However, in the entertainment industry, one couldn't just make money without putting in the work. To maintain her popularity, she still had to slog through filming.

Genevieve was puzzled. People like Scarlette, with such great ambitions, should be mingling with the upper echelons, competing for fame, fortune, and living a life of abundance.

Why would she get into the entertainment industry?

Upon learning that Zander might have had a relationship with Scarlette, Armand said, “It's good that you ignored Zander back then. He likes any beautiful woman he sees and has no sense of chivalry.”

“Don't you like beautiful women too?” Genevieve asked, glancing at him sideways.

“I only have eyes on a beauty like you, Love.” Armand held her hand tightly, his voice deep and pleasant. “No other woman can catch my eye.”

Genevieve curled her lips into a smile. “They say that everything a man says is a lie. I believe it now.”

Back at the orphanage, Gracie had just seen off Genevieve and others and returned to her room when a teacher came looking for her, whispering a few words into her ear. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Upon hearing that, Gracie's face fell, and she hurriedly went to the nursery upstairs.

The nursery spanned about a hundred square meters, with adorable marine creatures painted all over the light blue walls. Inside, dozens of identical wooden baby cribs were arranged.

It was filled with babies, and the room was comfortably warm with the air conditioner running.

Gracie entered the nursery and saw a teacher sitting on the baby's crawling mat, feeding a kid some formula milk.

The baby was tiny, appearing to be only four or five months old. Her skin was as white as snow, and her jet-black hair, smooth as raven feathers, clung to her ears. She was holding a milk bottle, gulping down the milk with a gurgling sound. Her purple eyes were like glass beads, shimmering under the light.

Gracie walked over, took the baby from the teacher's arms, and asked, “Did you tell the other teachers something?”